Pervert In Stone Age: Breaking Cavewomen with Modern Kinks Chapter 209: Jennifer’s Massage

Then—

"Mother-in-law..." I set the glass down, my voice smooth, suggestive, laced with hidden aning. "If you want..." My fingers twitched, itching to touch her, to feel her skin beneath them.

"I can massage your shoulders..." My voice dropped, velvety, taunting, just loud enough for her to hear the real invitation. "I heard it helps with sleeping..."

Jennifer’s lips parted, her breath hitching as she bit her lower lip, her eyes darkening with sothing—lust, hesitation, need, regret. She knew what I was offering. She knew what I wanted.

She swallowed, her voice barely above a whisper, trembling, broken.

"Okay..." Her gaze flicked away, shy, hesitant, before returning to mine, dark, hungry. "I do feel a bit... tense in my shoulders..." Her voice was a confession, soft, vulnerable, as if she was admitting sothing far more intimate than just physical discomfort. "When you say it..."

I smirked internally.

Oh, I won’t.

Not yet.

But fuck, the thought of hurting her just a little—of making her feel the sa pleasure-pain I had given Emily—made my cock pulse even harder.

She turned, her movents arrogant, controlled, but I saw the tremble in her steps as she walked into the living room, sitting stiffly on the sofa.

I followed, my steps slow, deliberate, my hands reaching for her shoulders.

My fingers pressed into her tense muscles, kneading, massaging, my touch firm but gentle. I felt the heat of her skin, the tension in her body, the way she tried to resist but couldn’t.

Jennifer stiffened—

Then lted.

A soft, needful sigh escaped her lips, her shoulders relaxing beneath my touch.

My fingers traced the curve of Jennifer’s neck, slow, deliberate, before sliding down to the swell of her breasts. The thin fabric of her blouse did nothing to hide the heat of her skin, the firmness of her nipples already hardening beneath my touch.

I cupped her full breasts, my thumbs brushing over the stiff peaks, massaging them with just enough pressure to make her breath hitch.

Jennifer moaned—a soft, involuntary sound—before she jerked away, her face flushing crimson, her eyes wide with shock and anger.

"Don’t—!" Her voice was sharp, panicked, her hands flying up to cover her chest, as if she could erase the feeling of my touch. "Mike, stop!" She stepped back, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her fingers trembling.

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?!" Her voice was a hiss, furious, embarrassed, her eyes darting toward the doorway like she expected Emily to burst in at any mont. "Have you lost your mind?!"

I pulled my hands away instantly, my expression shocked, horrified, as if I’d just realized what I’d done.

"I... I’m so sorry, Mother-in-Law!" My voice was rushed, panicked, my hands raised in surrender. "I didn’t an to—" I swallowed hard, my face pale, my voice trembling with fake remorse.

"I lost control..." My gaze dropped, ashad, guilty. "Please... don’t tell Emily." My voice cracked, desperate, pleading. "She’ll never forgive ."

Jennifer’s chest heaved, her breath uneven, her fingers clutching the fabric of her blouse like she was trying to hold herself together. "You pervert!" She spat, her voice shaking with anger and sothing else—sothing she didn’t want to na.

"Do you have any idea how wrong this is?!" Her eyes burned into mine, furious, disgusted, but I saw it—the flicker of sothing darker, needier, beneath the rage.

"I know," I whispered, my voice breaking, shaful. "I know it’s wrong." I ran a hand through my hair, my expression tornted. "It’s just..." My voice dropped, raw, honest. "Emily couldn’t finish tonight." My gaze flicked to hers, guilty, remorseful. "She passed out before I could cum..."

My voice was a whisper, confessional, vulnerable. "I was frustrated... I just wanted to distract myself..." My fingers twitched, rembering the feel of her breasts, the way her nipples hardened under my touch.

"But then I saw you..." My voice was a plea, shaful, desperate. "And I lost control..." My shoulders slumped, my voice breaking. "I made a mistake, Mother-in-Law..." I dropped my gaze, my body language defeated, pathetic.

Jennifer’s lips pressed into a thin line, her fingers digging into her arms, her mind racing. "You’d better hope Emily never finds out about this," she hissed, her voice trembling with false authority, but I heard the hesitation beneath it. "Or I will tell her everything."

I nodded, my expression submissive, my voice ek, pleading. "I understand, Mother-in-Law..." My gaze flicked up to hers, remorseful, but my eyes burned with sothing darker, hungrier. "I won’t let it happen again."

Unless you beg for it.

Jennifer exhaled sharply, her chest rising and falling with uneven breaths, her fingers clutching the fabric of her blouse like she was trying to hold herself together. "You disgust ," she snapped, but her voice lacked the conviction it should’ve had. "You’re sick."

I lowered my head, my voice small, broken. "I know..." My fingers twitched, rembering the way her body responded to , the way her breasts filled my hands, the way her nipples ached for my touch. "I won’t do it again..." My voice was a whisper, but my mind was already three steps ahead.

Jennifer stared at , her expression a mix of anger, disgust, and sothing else—sothing she didn’t want to admit. "You better not," she hissed, but her eyes flickered to my cock, lingering just a second too long before she looked away, her cheeks flushing darker.

She wanted to believe she was in control.

She wanted to believe she was disgusted.

But the way her breath hitched, the way her fingers trembled, the way her body leaned just slightly toward —

She was already mine.

And soon?

She’d be begging for it.

I turned away, pretending to retreat, my steps slow, hesitant, as if I was trying to escape the consequences of my actions. But before I could reach the doorway, Jennifer’s voice cut through the tension, sharp, commanding, laced with sothing dangerous.

"Where do you think you’re going?"

I froze, my back stiffening, before I turned to face her, my expression fake, fearful, my eyes wide with pretend panic. "W-What happened, Mother-in-Law?" My voice was a stamr, nervous, submissive, as if I was genuinely terrified of what she might do next.

Jennifer’s lips curled into a smirk, her eyes dark with sothing predatory, sothing hungry. "You groped my body," she said, her voice low, dangerous, taunting. "I should also grope yours then." Her gaze flicked down to my cock, lingering for a second too long, before she t my eyes again, her expression challenging, defiant. "It should be equal."

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding, my cock throbbing at the thought of her hands on . "Mother-in-Law, I—" My voice was a whisper, hesitant, pleading, but my eyes burned with sothing darker, hungrier. "I didn’t an to—"

"Oh, shut up, Mike," Jennifer snapped, her voice sharp, cutting, but her fingers twitched at her sides, betraying her words. "You wanted to touch ." Her gaze locked onto mine, unwavering, accusing. "Now it’s my turn."

I stood there, frozen, my body tense, my mind racing with filthy possibilities. "Mother-in-Law, please..." My voice was a plea, desperate, but my cock pulsed, aching for her touch, begging for her hands on .